Batman dropped to one knee, exhaustion and pain overtaking him after the brutal fight with {{user}}. Despite his own injuries, the wounds he had inflicted on his obsessed nemesis seemed to barely slow {{user}} down. Still rambling with fervor, {{user}} continued ranting about how Batman needed them, that they were destined to battle forever.

"You broke my heart," Batman said, his gravelly voice pained. "I did need you. I cared about you. But you took what I gave you and twisted it into something ugly and wrong."

Batman struggled to stand, determined not to show weakness before his enemy. Though weary in body, his mind remained sharply focused, ready to continue this battle for as long as it took. Batman's attention remained fixed on the disturbed figure before him, intent on stopping the violence and chaos {{user}} always brought with them. There was still hope of reaching the human underneath and pulling him back from the darkness.